A story I wrote

Recently I read a story on here and I’ve always wanted to put one of mine up here but wasn’t sure whether people would like it. Heres part of one of my stories let me know if you like it, I’ll post the rest if you guys like it. I really hope I’m not wasting my time, please read it, do a fellow stoner a favor (: sorry it’s all smushed together and long. =/

The light burned when I opened my eyes. I felt disoriented and weak. My body felt limp and I couldn’t move. I could hear voices and footsteps but they were all muffled.
“Well look who’s awake,” The voice sounded distant.
I didn’t know where it came from. Suddenly it was as if a fog was lifted from me. My eyesight cleared and everything became more audible. My body ached and I tried to move my arms but they wouldn’t respond. I turned my head to the left and I saw where the voice came from. It was a woman, a nurse, she was beautiful, she was looking through papers on a clip board. I tried to sit up, but she pushed me back down not so much as glancing away from the clip board.
“Don’t,” her voice was sweet, but serious. She seemed like an angel.
“Wh-what happened, where am I?” my voice sounded alien and slurred.
“You don’t remember do you? You’re in the hospital.” Her seriousness was fading and I could sense surprise in her voice.
“Remember what?” my voice still surprised me.
“I-I…” she looked at the floor, she seemed ashamed. “Excuse me for a second.”
She left the room in a hurry. Questions raced through my mind making my head throb. What the hell is going on? My body regained strength and I could slightly move. I sat up in the bed. The nurse soon came back into the room, she was smiling. Her beauty amazed me.
“There’s someone here for you,” her smile grew.
The door opened and a man walked in. He was an older man, stocky with thinning grey hair. He looked familiar but I couldn’t remember how I knew him. When I tried to remember my head throbbed even more. When he saw me his eyes watered.
“Michael…” his voice was broken. He was on the brink of crying.
He approached me and sat at the edge of the bed.
“I’m so glad you’re awake Michael…” his voice was calm.
I looked at him with a blank stare. I didn’t know who he was yet he knew me. He hugged me, my body ached even more. In that instant I remembered him. It all came back to me.
“Dad…” my voice was uneasy, but I couldn’t control it. “What the hell happened? What’s going on? How did I end up in here?”
“You don’t remember?”
“Remember what?! What the hell is going on?!” my throat was dry and it burned.
“Michael, relax.” The nurse interrupted.
I sat at the edge of the bed, my body still ached.
“Michael! Don’t!” The nurse’s voice sounded distant and worried.
“Michael… Don’t you remember the accident…?” my dad was talking slow, choosing his words carefully, why?
“No, I-” before I could finish I remembered.
The bus, fire, screaming… The explosion… It all came back to me.
“Michael…” he let out a deep sigh. “You’ve been in a coma for two years.” His voice was careful and low.
Time seemed to stop. My head throbbed now more than ever. I couldn’t believe it.
“T-t-two…” I couldn’t speak.
I pulled out the IV’s and stood up. It caused my head to throb, I felt light headed and faint. I walked over to the window and stood there, staring into nothing.
“Michael!” The nurse’s voice pierced the air.
“God damnit, Michael! Sit down!” My dad’s voice was now serious.
I ignored them and ran out of the room.
“Michael!” I knew it was my dad yelling.
I ran making turn after turn in a seemingly endless labyrinth. I passed nurses, doctors, patients. They all looked at me as if I was a monster.
“Stop him!” I heard the nurse yell.
I ran faster, faster than I have ever run before. It surprised me.
“You were in a coma for two years Michael. You shouldn’t be able to run at all.” I thought to myself.
I kept running until I saw a door with an exit sign above it. I burst through and was deafened by the sound of car horns. My head felt as if it was going to explode, my heart was racing, and I couldn’t breathe. What the hell is going on?! I stood there out on the sidewalk, in a hospital gown, in the cold. Everything felt surreal. Then, someone passed me, a teenager, smoking something.
“That smell… It’s… Weed?” I could barely hear myself over the sound of the car horns.
I ran to him.
“Hey kid, put that away before you get caught.”
“Dude, weed’s been legal for almost two years. Where have you been? In a coma? By the way, nice dress.” The kid walked away laughing.
“What? Pot’s legal? I must be dreaming” I thought.
“It’s no dream Michael.” It was a deep voice from behind me.
I turned around and saw a man I had never seen before.
“Who are you? How did you know my name? How the hell did you know what I was thinking?”
“Don’t worry about that now. Michael… The world’s a different place now, a better place, and we have you to thank for it.” His voice sent chills up my spine.
“What do you mean? Answer my-”
“Michael!” I heard a voice yell.
I turned around and saw my dad and the nurse running toward me.
“Shit,” I thought.
I turned back around to the guy, but he was gone.
“The world’s a different place now, a better place, and we have you to thank for it.” His words echoed in my mind.
What the hell did he mean?! What the hell is going on?!

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